Harvest Time

Harvest time is coming.
The signs are all around.
The fields are filled with ripened fruit.
The leaves are falling down.

Harvest is upon us.
The signs are very clear.
The time has come for us to reap
The bounty for this year.

We've sowed and tilled the fields.
We've worked from sun to sun.
But, our toil is now completed,
Harvest time has begun.

Autumn's harvest brings us
Rewards that do delight.
Yet, there’s a harvest coming soon.
It's coming like the night.

Though plentiful the crop,
The harvest will be few.
The wheat will separate from chaff;
Rise up becoming new.

Earthbound we must labor,
Telling all we meet
Of Christ’s life and resurrection
And, death He did defeat.

He comes for His Harvest,
His saints who on earth dwell;
Those, who professed Him as their King,
Will bid this earth farewell.

There is great change coming,
This earth shall pass away.
Though the signs are all around us,
We will not know the day.

At the final trumpet
We’ll see the rising Son.
Then our work on earth has ended.
The harvest has begun.